Gorgeous

I've never been the type to speak my fate into existence, to wish for something unattainable and completely out of my comfort zone. That all changed the moment I set eyes on you. I was nervous the moment you decided to wave back at me the day we met and I was nervous every second after that.

I didn't bother counting the minutes until I got to be in your orbit once again. I knew you were suffering from the same magnetic pull I was. I tried to stay away, I tried to spare you from the kind of unworthy man I was before I met you. You weren't having it. Not on purpose. But because you couldn't help yourself either. All of the roadblocks you built from your past experiences, the same ones that had kept you sane after all the heartache, and away from those who dared to try to hurt you again, were torn down by a force much stronger than you and me.

But you and I, our hearts were too heavy with newfound love to let our grievances and reservations get in the way of what was meant to be. I knew that the second our lips touched for the first time. It was short in time, and I hated every hour after that when my lips still stung with electricity even after you were gone. It was something I never thought I needed in my life, another arrow shooting straight into my heart without warning. This one didn't leave me begging for death. It brought the cure to my misery and all I needed was to be enveloped by the beauty of your eyes and grace to know I was going to be alright.

You smile at me as if you know what memories are plaguing me tonight. And you undress slowly and purposely in front of me to distract me from them. I've been touched by other women before you. I've kissed and moaned in between the legs of women who were nothing but stepping stones leading up to you. I've loved or tried to love them the way I was taught to, with toxic notions of intimacy and a predisposition to pain. I hurt them just as badly as they had hurt me and I lost who I wanted to become in the process. The broken man you fixed with just one look of compassion had to claw his way back to a place that felt safe to love again, to breathe and to prosper without the weight of his past holding him down.

You're the type to see right through people and you can see right through me tonight. I'm slipping back into old reclusive patterns again, and you know you're going to have to carry me up to the surface once more. You don't use your words this time. You use seduction instead. The kind that forces me into a chaotic and blind state of desire that only you can control. It's my favorite of your methods. I'm sure you already know.

You capture my gaze, and you hold it steady, knowing I can't look away from it, and then your lips work their magic on mine. Fuck. How do you do this? How do you make me want you so badly I can feel my cock swell with my need for you? I need to be inside you, underneath or on top of you. Your kiss and your naked skin aren't enough. Not to make this dull ache in my chest go away. The warmth you carry inside of you will free me of my relapse and embrace me with the courage I need to gain a happier existence.

But you're ruthless when you love this much. You cut me so deep with your smoldering kisses. My lungs are now on fire and I won't make it another second without air. I let your lips go, but not your hips. I hold them steady against me as I flip you under me, and position myself in between your legs. You're so wet for me. My cock can feel the moisture dripping down your folds. My patience is wearing thin, and I know that's how you need me to be to get what you want. I take you then. Without warning. Without hesitation. Our bodies have never been so in sync, so tuned into their own responses. Your inner walls welcome my hard shaft and clamp around me as your legs do the same around my waist. My face is buried against the valley of your soft breasts, and I kiss my way towards your nipple, taking it into my mouth. I bite it hard, just to hear you moan, and smooth my tongue over it, just to hear you whimper for more.

You know when to relinquish control, to trust me enough to make you feel this good. Your body arches against mine when it's ready for me to stop holding back. So I don't. I plunge in and out of your wet tunnel until I see you bite your lower lip. That's when I know you're about to alert our next door neighbors about what I'm about to do to you. So I wait. I stay buried inside of you and kiss you until your smile makes me pull away. Grinning against your lips, I place your legs up and over my shoulders, while I pin your gaze as I drill right up against your g-spot. You cry out softly at first. Your desperate moans come next when I increase my pace and thrust faster into you.

I can feel your fingernails dig into my back the moment you come, creating small scratches against the sweaty skin. I wince as the pain momentarily paralyzes me, but I continue to plow into your core the moment the pain turns into an addictive sensation I can't get enough of. I've been a victim of pain all of my life, but it's never felt this good, this comfortable. I'd make you scream my name every night to thank you, but knowing you, you'll have me at your feet again, not begging for mercy, but for more of the love few before me threw away without a second thought.

You hold me against your chest as my cock ticks inside of you and spills my hot seed inside of your core. Your thighs slowly cradle my waist then and your inner walls continue to suck in my shaft, milking it as it combines with your sweet nectar. I can't help but keep driving in deeper inside of you. You feel too good, too right to stop now. So I pin your hands above your head and pound into you. You're panting heavily now, holding back loud moans as you bite your lower lip again. This time I won't stop you from screaming. This time, I want the world to know how far our love is willing to go.

I grab your face with my hands when we both come, shuddering from the explosion of our climaxes. My body jump starts the moment you stop screaming and your lips find mine.

Was this your plan all along, gorgeous? To love me until I loved myself again? The bright mischief behind your chestnut eyes was confirmation enough. And your heated kiss seals the deal. I don't need to say it, but I love you. More than I could ever show you, more than I could ever put into words. In between every whimper of desire I cause and every tear I'll no doubt make you cry, somehow, I know you'll always know it to be true.